Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sudan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sixth Finger to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Fear. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Urselle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David McCallum,
the Human League,
ABC,
Pharoah Sanders,
Letta Mbulu,
The Skatalites,
Sound Behaviour,
Minnie Riperton,
Metal Thangz,
Hoover,
Dave Gahan,
Infiniti,
Brothers Johnson,
Judy Mowatt,
The Knickerbockers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Flag,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul II Soul,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gories,
Ten City,
Magma,
Kaleidoscope,
Lungfish,
Man Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
Pulsallama,
Kenny Larkin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Soulsonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smoke,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Machine,
Vainqueur,
Cheater Slicks,
Toni Rubio,
Fatback Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suicide,
The Remains,
Ohio Players,
Roxy Music,
Niagra,
Marine Girls,
Livin' Joy,
The Golliwogs,
The Happenings,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Mills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Au Pairs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.